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Count one, two to be my familiar
Steal from the clay that you fell into
I swear I won't be angry when you find your own will
You can recreate me if you lose me like you do

Like a kid coming back from the cleaned up strip
To moldy bathtubs and brown water sinks
You're looking good now, got a smile on, superstar
You say, "I'm making progress but not getting far"

All the night losing sleep from the noises in the house
Dirty dishes and piles and piles of yellow laundry
You're looking good now, put a smile on, doing fine—
I can be yours without you being mine

Have you found a new order
Have you found a new sound
Have you sorted the colors in the great chaotic cloud
Have you found a new order
Have you found a new sound
Have you sorted the colors of the threads that hang around

Count two, three when you're lonely
Close your eyes and spill your memory
Who showed you Jacob's fall, all the ladders shaking
Birds of flight and airplanes breaking

TV on glowing blue too nice to turn off
Tossing and turning, the sheets fall off
You're looking good now, got a smile on, superstar
You say, "I'm making progress but not getting far"

Hustle back to the humor, to the simpler things
Counting roadsigns until the upswing
You're looking good now, put a smile on, doing fine—
I can be yours without you being mine